Page 145 of Knot Your Problem, Cowboy
“Forever,” Cash adds, following suit. His fingers are slower, more deliberate as he unbuckles, almost taunting me with every movement. When his jeans and boxers drop, my vision swims. He’s impossibly big, jutting forward with a slight curve to the left, thick veins ridging the shaft in a way that makes my thighs press tighter together. He catches my stare and smirks, like he knows exactly what kind of mess that sight is making me.
Next to me by the bed, Ridge pushes his belt loose and drags his jeans down as well, and I nearly choke on my breath, remembering very well the beast in his pants. He’s large, though heavier at the base, the blunt head flushed a deep red, promising to stretch me in ways I can hardly imagine. His hand curls aroundhimself as if testing his own restraint, and his eyes flick up to mine with a heat that pins me in place.
Three men, three cocks, each different, each terrifyingly perfect, and all of them mine. My body clenches at the thought, slick heat dripping out as lust and desperation battle inside me.
“I was so wrong in my blog,” I whisper, staring between them with wide eyes. “You’re all… God, how am I supposed to—there’s no way I have enough room for all of them.”
Cash grins, wicked and sure. “You can take it. You were made for us, remember? Your body already knows what it needs.”
“What is it about cowboys being so fucking huge?” I mutter, half in awe, half panicked.
They all chuckle, the tension twisting tighter instead of breaking.
“Good breeding,” Walker admits, completely straight-faced, which only makes me choke out a helpless laugh.
“Plus all that time in the saddle,” Cash adds with a wink. “Builds stamina too.”
“Stop bragging and get over here,” I demand, the ache in my body erasing any hint of embarrassment.
“Bossy little thing,” Ridge rumbles, still smirking.
“Out of my way,” Cash growls, shoving Walker aside. “You’ve both had a taste. Now I’m going in first. I want her sweetness all over my face.”
My breath catches as he drops to his knees at theedge of the bed, tugging my thighs and dragging me toward him over the bed, then pushing my thighs over his broad shoulders. The cowboy hat stays tilted low, shadowing his eyes, forcing my legs wider, and the sight of him between my legs in that damn hat sears itself into my memory forever.
“Cash, I?—”
“Shh, sugar. Let me take care of you.”
He uses his fingers to spread me open, his eyes grinning like he’s on his knees before some sacred altar. The air is cool on my skin, but his stare burns hotter than anything I’ve ever felt.
“So fucking pretty and pink,” he murmurs, and then his mouth is on me. The first stroke of his tongue has me jerking on the bed like I’ve been shocked.
“Oh God!” I cry, my fingers digging so hard into the blanket that I hear a seam pop.
Walker climbs onto the bed beside me, pressing his lips to my collarbone before kissing his way up to my ear. “That’s it, darlin’. Let him taste you. Let him drown in you.” His voice is smug, almost taunting, but his hand cradles my face like I’m fragile. “You taste so fucking sweet. Like honey drippin’ straight from the comb… only dirtier.”
I whimper, half from his words, half from the heat pooling in my belly.
“Can’t wait to be inside you,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. “Been thinking about it fordays, how tight you’ll be, how you’ll milk me dry when my knot swells inside you.”
The filth sends another wave of slick gushing between my thighs. Cash groans against me, licking greedily, like I just proved Walker right.
Ridge settles on my other side, his big hand cupping my breast before his mouth latches onto my nipple. His tongue circles once, twice, before he scrapes it lightly with his teeth, and I scream again, caught between all three of them.
I gasp. My body is a live wire, every nerve begging for more.
Ridge rumbles against my skin. “You’re doing so well. Taking everything we give you. Our perfect Omega.”
Cash’s tongue flicks harder, faster, then slows just enough to drive me insane. His finger teases lower, circling my other entrance.
I force myself to relax, though my heart hammers frantically. When his finger presses inside, my pleasure detonates. My body convulses, a scream tearing out of me as the orgasm crashes through, slick gushing down my thighs, coming out of nowhere…
“Holy fuck,” Walker breathes, voice gone raw. “What a beautiful mess you’re making.”
Ridge groans, low and guttural. “Don’t stop, Cash. She looks so gorgeous when she falls apart like this.”
Cash pulls back, face wet with me, grinning like he just claimed some kind of prize. “Prettiest sight I’veever seen. And, sugar, that’s just the start. Next time, it won’t be your slick dripping out of you.”
